Vanessa’s POV
I braced myself for the worst, expecting the woman to unleash her inner bitchiness. Instead, she furrowed her brows momentarily before breaking into a bright, toothy grin, catching me off guard. Her gleaming white teeth were a clear sign she was a werewolf.
In the Blood Moon Pack, humans were rare. While some packs accepted them, Alpha Alexander deemed it too risky. The full moon brought out our wild instincts, posing a threat to unsuspecting humans. Besides, we valued our secrets too much. We preferred hunting animals during our transformations—though I had never experienced the shift myself.
"Hi there! You must be Vanessa?" the woman said, stepping forward and momentarily forgetting she was on the phone. She gave me a quick apologetic smile before returning to her call.
